I keep telling this story-different people, different places, different times-but always you, always me, always this story, because a story is a tightrope between two worlds.
You are close and shuttered to me now, a room without doors or windows, and I cannot enter. But I fell in love with you under the open sky and death cannot change that.
Death can change the body but not the heart.
My search for you, your search for me, is a search after something that cannot be found. Only the impossible is worth the effort. What we seek is love itself, revealed now and again in human form….the love we seek overrules human nature…..Love never counts the cost, to itself or others, and nothing is as cruel as love. There is no love that does not pierce the hands and feet.
Quote by Jeanette Winterson via littlemel2
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